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It was well past midnight that night
A moon glittered through the window 
I was getting quite a bit older, 55
And most night sounds didn’t disturb me

There happened to be a loud screech
That made me think of my screen door
So I reached into my bedside stand
And pulled out the pistol I had there

I grabbed for my robe and slippers
But could only find the soft shoes
I slipped them on and ignored the fact
That I was sneaking around in the nude

Slowly, I descended the stairway
Never intending to be seen or caught
With only my XL birthday suit on
The thought to me never occurred

I went down the steps one by one
Never hearing the sound anymore
It seemed I’d made a mistake this time
No burglar on whom I would pounce

Then, the screen door, that was the sound
It screeched a little louder than before
I hurried out toward the kitchen nook
Where I hoped to catch a burglar in tow

I held up my pistol in front of my nakedness
Knowing that I was about to be caught
But, so was whoever was making this noise
At my back door, where the sound hadn’t ceased

Stumbling into the kitchen with dread
I saw that the cat, Giggles, hadn’t been let in
And she was tearing the door down herself
To let me know that she needed her space

Thankfully, no one except the cat saw me
That night when I hurried down the steps
With only my birthday suit on my old body
Expecting to meet up with a burglar or bum



October 8, 2019
NUDE - descending a staircase Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless

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